Pull
snugly blankets of Fiery red, yellow and gold, fading to brown…
prepare to nourish once again the earth ~

die
with joy a certain death and come what may ~

bleak cold,
warming once again ~

once
again if again so blessed ~ Springs Life

~J~moonmango
10/7/2012

As
inspired by Nature herself muses along the Jon Muir trail of a
beautiful tree surrendering to the earth, bleeding sap like jewels &
a moist fern still full of life flourishing in a crack in the rocks.
We all have cracks after all. That’s how the light gets in

Trail to Half Dome

Trail to Mirror Lake

Long
Way Home ~ Again

Been
gone awhile, busy taking the long way home

Always
seems so endless- miles of stretches of barren hot ground

Wildflowers
& oasis’s spotted between

Sometimes
now I get to wondering if I’ll ever make it home ~

If
it’s worth the journey ~ why I go…

Each
time I arrive, hungry, weary & battered, each time ~ I know

~J~moonmango
9/2012

Along Parker Creek East Side of Sierras

Hoping for food on the Half Dome Trail

Psycodellic
Demon Shit

Shape
of a wing, colored black & while with jagged distinct lines
dividing the two colors.

The
demon appeared as invited in the form of a huge dark grayish,
blackish bird, the wing of black & white joining into its back.
Slashing claws, which wanted to slash at my tendons, nerves &
such reaching for the bone marrow. Long neck & opening beak
twisting & tossing about threatening with dark vacant eyes, light
deep within.

“What
do you want?” I asked as instructed to do. “your life. To kill
you” the demon replied, staring directly into my eyes. Nuff said
(Sam Elliot, various movies, but especially the one about the Forest
Ranger) Pain subsiding…

“What
do you need from me?” “Your life” it said, seeming to mean as a
gift, a sacrifice, not as a death by being killed thing. I
understood.

“Will
you leave me alone if you get what you need?” The creature knashed,
changed shape into a more compact beast, nastily throwing a tantrum,
spewing out fire spit. “Tell me what you need & stop that fit”
More knashing & spitting. “I’m not afraid of your tantrum, so
get it out & get in on, what, tell me what!” More of the
knashing & spitting (pain escalating) “Get down, now and tell
me what I need to know!” I boomed. The creature writhed and
subsided.

The
caldron boiled with a jellyfish like flower thing pulsating in the
middle with light off to the left. The demon drank from the caldron
missing no bits of bone & flesh in the pot, changing into a more
dragon like creature as it drank. As it finished the last bit, it
began to glow partly from the male orb & partly from the
jellyfish flower. It transformed into a dragonfly larve, then a full
dragonfly with a glowing light in the middle.

“”Do
I have an ally?” I called out wondering if the dragonfly was my
ally. In swooped an eagle like, humming bird/bug eating type bird,
snatching up the dragonfly as I laughed! “Will you be there to help
me when I need it?” I cried out in question to the bird. As I
spoke, the bird shat out the dragonfly, grinning as she shat, the
crap turning psycodelic along with the bird, now glowing. A faint
figure of a dragonfly could be seen in the psycodelic shit.

~J~moonmango
On the journey to healing...a death to live 10/12

Is
it that one door opens for every door that closes, or do we just
become aware of the open door that we never bothered to knock until
the one we were so comfortable walking through slammed shut?

~J~moonmango
9/12

Obsidian Dome

Procrastination
Will Have To Wait

Coyote
comes to me, dressed as Wolf

Spirit
Guide the Great Horned Owl remains absent

Some
imposter screeches all night into early morning

Telling
me...what, telling me something, telling me to pay attention

pay
attention...to what?

Blessings
pour forth, yet no time for rest

Peace
& joy well up like the baking soda volcanos in the sand

No
matter, it's time to look and listen, be alert

Somethings
going down....somethings heading this way

something,
something...but what? Oh, I think I may know...I had forgotten

Like
a child who played too long and forgot about the chore she was firmly
told to do ~

I
had forgotten. I thought I could rest, thought I could play

When
my chore is done, that's what's going down, like a scolding

Like
a warning before the consequence ~ Procrastination will have to
wait...

I
have work to be done. Brother Coyote came to warn me, screeching owl
has been at me

About Me

Life living with Yosemite National Park as my backyard, my family and community are my main passions. Working with children and families, gardening, photography, communing with nature and moving in a community based free flowing lifestyle is what keeps me moving and shaking.